Page 45 of Brutal Days

Damon:Do I need to call Gia for a picture?

I dropped my phone and covered my face with my hands, groaning.I’m so screwed.Gia would find out, and I would be done for. I had to stop that from happening before it was too late.

A light tap sounded on my window pane. For fuck’s sake. I climbed off my bed and yanked open the blinds. Damon stood outside my window, and I took a resigned breath before unlocking it. He could figure out how to push the window up if he wanted in. I wasn’t helping.

Somehow, he popped the screen and set it on the ground, then put his palms flat on the pane and pushed upward until he could fit his hands in and raise it all the way. He pulled himself up with that incredible body strength and was inside way too fast.

“You’re taking creepy stalker to a whole new level,” I whisper yelled.

Anger crackled around him, which was fine with me. I was beyond mad too.

“What the fuck were you doing with Tucker?” He sat on my bed, way too close.

Butterfly Band-Aids held together the gash over his eye, and I had to curl my fingers to keep from touching him. “Tucker is a friend, jackass. Unlike you.”

“He had his hands on you.” His blue eyes were stormy, sizzling with heat.

A part of me was so intrigued by his reaction. He was all grrr and possessive, which was strangely a turn-on. It had to be a result of watching him fight in the Ring—not hitting my friend, though.

“That was a dick move on your part. Tucker and I aren’t anything but friends. Never have been and never will be. And big deal if he had his arm around me. It was crowded in there. I won’t say no to a buffer from being bumped into.”

“Yeah, Sky. You are going to tell every guy no, except me. Your lips, hands, and every part of you belongs to me.”

I opened my mouth to tell him off, but he was on me before I could breathe a word. His mouth devoured mine hungrily, with an intensity that had my body softening. And suddenly, I wasn’t sure I minded how possessive he was.

Which made what we were doing dangerous territory, and I had to stop it. But then he trailed kisses down my neck, throat, jaw, and back to my mouth. My head swam from how incredible he made me feel, and I clung to his broad shoulders.

He slid his hand under my shirt, and at the first skin contact, a sliver of reality pierced my lust-infused brain. I shoved at him. Not because I didn’t want him. I did. So much. But I wouldn’t do that to Gia.

“Get out.”

He pulled back, his eyes scanning every inch of my face, then—by some small miracle—he left the same way he came in. And it took everything I had not to call him back.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

DAMON

#OVERIT

When my phone rang again—for the thousandth time—I resisted hurling it at the wall and, instead, silenced it. Gia would not take a hint, and I wasn’t in the mood to play prince charming right then. I was sore and tired from the fight last night and had a raging hard-on from thinking about Skylar and her luscious mouth. How she’d looked in her room, half-dressed and kiss-drunk, when she’d told me to leave was permanently fixed in my mind.

Her car still sat in the parking lot for Chicks-N-Wings. I needed to get that handled. Shane had the most experience with cars, so I hit his contact button and waited for him to answer.

“What’s up?”

“I need to fix Skylar’s car or get it to a repair place. Can you check it out with me in an hour?”

“Nah, cuz. I’m supposed to get Tracey from her house in a half hour. We’re going to the movies, which is weird as fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s strange. I don’t get it either. Didn’t you suggest Netflix or one of the other streaming stations?”

“Yup. She wants me to take her out and for dinner too.” He sighed. “I can’t help you later, but I have some time now if that works.”

“It does.”

“I’ll be there in a minute. It’ll probably be easier if we go together. You can drive her car to her house.”

“Sounds good.” So much for relaxing. But I needed to get her car done. Shane didn’t take long to arrive, and I hopped in his SUV as soon as he pulled into my drive.

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